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| At the brink of dusk With lilies on your lashes Roam lone and true amongst us Be the breath that catches When tide reaches sand And salt burns the wound Hold my heart in your hand Knowing the rariety of my noon Dark entwines with glorious light As his holy hand bless's Discovering chances out of might As silences love confesses Violet hues of sweetness tastes As soft lullaby's are sang Yesterdays are gone, but today stays Like the red of your hearts loving stain Drink dew from the changing leaves A youthful potion in which you behold And let the magic be yours to achieve In this land of the brave and the beautiful |
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